Текст песни
Midnight bookstore, shelves so high,
Dust dances in the lamp’s soft glow.
Every spine, a secret to unwrap,
Every page, a world to know.
Whispers drift from ancient tomes,
Stories wake in shadowed rooms.
In this hush, I lose my name —
Just a reader, just a flame.
Clock ticks slow, the night stands still,
Moonlight spills through window sills.
In this glow, so warm and low,
I rewrite where I ought to go.
Midnight bookstore, I learn to fly,
Between the lines, beneath the sky.
No maps, no rules, just this quiet grace —
In these pages, I find my place.
Midnight bookstore, the shelves breathe deep,
Holding dreams we both outgrew.
Through the words, I feel the truth —
I was made for this midnight bookstore.
Faded covers, cracked spines,
Traces of hands that came before.
Every margin, a note untold,
Every chapter, a door ajar.
I trace the titles with my gaze,
Lose myself in another’s days.
Here, in this gap between the shelves,
I rebuild the map of who I am.
Clock ticks slow, the night stands still,
Moonlight spills through window sills.
In this glow, so warm and low,
I rewrite where I ought to go.
Midnight bookstore, I learn to fly,
Between the lines, beneath the sky.
No maps, no rules, just this quiet grace —
In these pages, I find my place.
Midnight bookstore, the shelves breathe deep,
Holding dreams we both outgrew.
Through the words, I feel the truth —
I was made… I was made
For this midnight bookstore.
(Ah‑ah) In the glow of the lamps,
(Ah‑ah) Where the night keeps falling.
(Ah‑ah) Every word, a heartbeat’s call —
(Ah‑ah) You’re the light in it all.
Midnight bookstore, I learn to fly,
Between the lines, beneath the sky.
No maps, no rules, just this quiet grace —
In these pages… I find… my place.
Midnight bookstore, the shelves breathe deep,
Holding dreams we both outgrew.
Through the words, I feel the truth —
I was made…
For this midnight bookstore.
Midnight bookstore…
Shelves so high…
I find… my place…
